i could've loved you and how, if you'd just said the words, if geography wasn't a fickle bitch, if only if only because we could've lost our minds together. there are only a handful of movies that will make me tear up and somehow i can't watch them, can't enjoy something filmed beautifully without my thoughts tracing it back to S. they are: the diving bell and the butterfly, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, lost in translation. the entirety of the Walkmen's "You and Me" album.